Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Medical disclaimer: I am not, in any way, an expert when it comes to the medical condition, CIPA. I only know what my research has taught me.
Warnings: A tool of a Warbler. (at least, my version of him anyway)
Chapter three
Blaine really didn't get along with his dad, and it wasn't completely because he was gay.
He liked to sing and dance and wanted to go to medical school. His father wanted him to work in the family law firm, know more about politics, and most of all, he wanted Blaine to come home one day and say the words, "So, I want to introduce you to my girlfriend."
The last part he knew for a fact, because he'd overheard his father talking with his mother about it, how Blaine would eventually 'grow out' of the little phase he was in, and realize that it's women that do it for him. Three years later, Blaine still liked boys and his dad still didn't understand him.
It hurt, sometimes, to know that his father was never really going to accept him. That he could never come home and proudly tell his parents that he had a boyfriend (if he ever got one), tell his family that he was happy, because they would never believe it. His dad would nod, then look back down at whatever he would be reading, then change the subject and mention a client that was coming over for dinner, and that the client had a lovely daughter, so would Blaine please get to know her?
They'd understood, though, his need to transfer to Dalton. He'd come home from the Sadie Hawkins dance with a broken arm and six stitches in his skull, and that had been enough for his mother; she'd immediately transferred him, and Blaine was sure that she'd given his father a good yelling match when his dad had shown some backing out, saying that Blaine was taking the easy way out.
Maybe he had been, but he was safer now. He was safe and happy and he had so many great friends. And now, now he had Kurt too.
Kurt Hummel, who was wonderful and had just made his day better when it had been starting to get horrible.
Grinning, Blaine darted towards his bed, throwing himself on it, letting his body bounce up and down next to the abandoned brochures for the law schools his father had given him, until he came to a stop, feeling giddy like an eight year old. He'd never met someone who made him feel this happy before. Kurt was just amazing, as well as beautiful and astounding. He was like no one else he'd met before. Kurt was his own person, and so sure of himself that Blaine felt the want to be around him all of the time.
Also, he was hot.
But that's just me being shallow.
With a soft sigh, Blaine curled up on his side and thought about Kurt; wonderful Kurt who couldn't feel. It had been so strange, applying the medicine that would make anyone cry out in pain did nothing. Kurt hadn't even been aware that he'd been administering it. God, I'd hate to have that, Blaine thought, going back to what Kurt had told him and feeling bad for thinking, even for a second, that Kurt had it easy, how he had to have timers set to remind him to eat and go to the bathroom, and how he had to check himself after doing everything to make sure that his body hadn't swollen up or if he was cut and bleeding out.
Frowning, Blaine slapped himself. Stop it, Blaine. Kurt's not just a medical condition. He's a real human being, and you like him.
He sat up, took off his sweater and threw it over his bed, then headed down to the family room, where he knew his parents would be sitting. "Hello," he said softly as he sat down on the open couch across from his mother. "I got the gifts today."
His mother nodded at him. "That's wonderful, sweetie, and rather fast. How did you manage to finish it that quick?"
Blaine grinned. "A friend of mine got it out of Katie really fast, so we were able to finish within two hours."
His dad's head jerked up from the paper that he was reading and Blaine braced himself. "Oh? A new girl friend?"
Blaine bit his lip as he answered, "No. His name is Kurt. I met him at the ER when I had to bring Katie in."
His father had been sad to hear about Katie, but other than that, his dad hadn't cut the trip short (even though his mother had wanted him to) to make sure that their daughter was okay. It was when he did that, ignored his younger children, that Blaine felt the feeling most people called hate. His father seemed to care more about looking good in the public eye than his own children. His mother tried, Blaine knew that, to get his father to see that not everything was all about what the neighbors thought of the Anderson's, but he didn't seem to listen to her.
"You met him... at the ER?" his mother asked softly, her book actually lowered in her lap.
Blaine nodded. "Yeah, he's the one that made sure that we got a room. Said that Katie had been waiting longer than him, so he said she needed to go first."
His mother let her mouth fall open. "Oh... Well, tell him thank you. Really, honey, please."
Blaine nodded, shocked a little bit by her sudden interest. His father, however, set his jaw, and hardened his face. "I see. Well, aside from your new friend-" he started, in a tone that made Blaine glad that he hadn't mentioned that Kurt was gay. "I am having a colleague of mine over tonight; he is bringing his wife and their lovely daughter-"
And that was the cue for Blaine to zone out.
He went back to when he was still at the mall with Kurt, where they were laughing and just having fun. Kurt seemed to be able to make Blaine laugh easily, something that Blaine was grateful for. He didn't often just have fun like that outside of school. He was glad that he did now.
"Blaine, honey?"
He tilted his head towards his mother, who was leaning close to him while his father talked about the lovely girl who was going to be brought over. "What is it?"
She gave him a sad smile. "I'm sorry about him. He should come around eventually."
Blaine sighed, but thanked her mentally; she'd never had a problem with him being gay. In fact, once he'd come out to his family, and after his father had stormed out of the room, she'd taken him aside and said that when she'd been young, she'd had a gay best friend. Her name had been Sarah, and she had been no different from any of his mother's other friends, just that she liked girls instead of guys. It had shocked Blaine to his core, knowing that his mother was okay with him being gay.
It was just his father that had an issue with it.
"Blaine? Do you think that you could at least try to get to know her?"
Blaine let out a long sigh. "Yes, father. I can at least try to get to know her; I'm sure she'll make a great friend," he said, watching as his dad's mouth fell open to speak once more. He hurried to continue, "But I won't be taking her out on dates, unless they're friend dates. I don't know if you remember, but I don't like girls. The only romantic dates I'll be going on are with guys," he said firmly as he stood up from his chair and left the room. He could only handle so much of his dad.
On his way to the kitchen, his phone beeped in his pocket. He pulled it out to see a text message from Kurt, and he grinned, his day going back being happy.
My dad says thank you for helping to bandage my palms up and clean them. If you hadn't done that, I'd be back in the hospital – so ENDLESS thank yous! I can't stand that place! -Kurt
Blaine shook his head, laughing softly to himself as he did so.
Spend a lot of time in hospitals then? I like the atmosphere, I guess. One of the reasons I want to work in the medical field. -Blaine
His main reason, though, was because he loved medicine. He loved seeing the way that it worked, curing people of something that could kill them. His older brother had been really sick, once, and had ended up in the hospital, and Blaine had been fascinated by the team who had been working on finding out what was wrong with his brother. He'd wanted to go into the medical field ever since.
Too much time. Way too much time. But, I hate it for different reasons; I'm sure that working there is completely different from just having to go there for tests. -Kurt
Kurt had a point there.
Yeah, I bet if I spent as much time at the hospital as you do, I wouldn't want to work there either. -Blaine
Well, I hope you never have to. I really do. Oh, got to go; dad needs help making dinner. I don't know what he'd do without me, really. Bye! -Kurt
"You're precious," he told the text softly, then frowned at himself, because where had that thought come from? He put his phone down on the counter, and quickly made himself dinner – he didn't want the maid to do it, seeing as she was helping Katie and James with their own dinner, and they always made making dinner World War III. After he ate, he checked his phone again and saw that he had a message from Wes.
Warbler meeting, Monday morning at seven a.m. Found out our competition for Sectionals. It's MANDATORY, so yes, Jeff, you have to be there AT seven in the morning. No complaining.
Placing his plate into the sink, Blaine dialed Wes' number, wondering who their competition would be.
{*}
"So, while it wasn't a date, he is, in fact, gay."
Kurt wasn't quite sure how one simple phone call to Mercedes had ended up with him sitting on his bed, surrounded by Tina, Quinn, Mercedes, Rachel, Brittany, and Santana, but he couldn't complain. He'd been unsure as to why Santana was there, but she'd explained that she was there because Brittany was there, not because she liked him, and he was okay with that.
Really.
"He sounds like a really nice guy," Tina said as she took another handful of potato chips. "I mean, it's not every day that you meet someone like that, especially in an E.R."
"I wonder what his musical talent is," Rachel mused, idly flipping through Kurt's CD collection.
"He sounds short," Santana said from where she was sitting on the floor, braiding Brittany's hair.
Kurt frowned. "Well, he's shorter than me, by not even two inches, but-"
"So he's short. Why do you think he's cute?" Santana asked, having stopped braiding Brittany's hair, instead choosing to run her fingers through the blonde strands. "I mean, sure, short guys can be amazing and come with a very nice package, but-"
"Santana!" Kurt exclaimed, leaning over the bed so that he could get closer to her. "Yeah, he's cute, but it's not like anything is going to happen between me and him anyway-"
"Why do you say that?" Tina asked, stretching out on his bed and letting her head fall next to his thigh. "There's a chance that something could, you know?"
Kurt let out a sigh and slumped against his pillows. "I don't know..." He glanced over at his alarm clock. "It's almost six, shouldn't you guys be going?"
The girls shuffled awkwardly out of the room and one by one began to file out of his house, but Mercedes paused by the door once she'd reached it and took hold of Kurt's shoulder. "We still have a lot to talk about, baby. You told me you're meeting up with Blaine soon, so you better be ready to spill the details that night, okay?"
The look on her face told him that he wouldn't be getting out of telling her about what happened with Blaine, so he nodded, rolling his eyes as he did so, then gave Mercedes a hug goodbye. "Yes, I'll tell you, but only because I know that you'll force it out of me sooner or later."
She winked at him. "That's right, white boy. Love you, see you at school."
He watched until her car had pulled out of the driveway and then headed back inside the house. His dad was busy in the kitchen, looking over a recipe book, an intense glare on his face. Grinning, Kurt sidled up beside him, then bent over the book. "Which one are you looking at?"
His dad pointed down. "The mac and cheese one. It's too difficult. Requires a lot of chopping."
Kurt grinned, looking up at his dad. "Really? That one is hard?"
"I said, it requires a lot of chopping. And it takes an hour to cook in the stove."
"Dad," he said, heading over to the fridge to get the needed ingredients out. "Let's just get it done; we haven't made dinner together in a long time. It'll be fun."
His dad let out a grunt. "Alright, alright. I'll do it." He bent down and pulled out the needed bowls for the food. "So, I was thinking. I'm going to invite Carole and Finn over for dinner next Friday."
Kurt pulled his head out of the refrigerator. "Oh? That's great!"
His dad let out a breath. "You think?"
Kurt nodded, placing the cheese out on the table. "Well, yeah. You're going to marry Carole, Dad."
Burt spluttered. "What do you mean by that?"
Grinning, Kurt closed the refrigerator with his foot as he placed the rest of the ingredients on the island. "It's the way you look at her. You look at her like you used to look at mom."
There was a moment of silence before, "I'm not replacing your mom, Kurt. I could never replace her."
Blinking, Kurt answered. "Oh, I know. But I think that it's great that you're able to move on, you know?"
For a moment his father just stared at him, which made Kurt shuffle awkwardly on his feet. Then Burt smiled, chuckling to himself as he glanced down at the measuring bowls he'd gotten out. "You really are your mother, you know that?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, inwardly pleasantly honored that his father thought that about him. "Let's get to cooking, shall we?"
{*}
Dalton Academy for Boys was... big.
There were many stair cases, ones the spiraled, and three floors. The third floor, he discovered as he attempted to navigate his way through the school, was where some of the students lived. So far, he'd been down eight halls, walked into five ongoing classes, and stumbled upon two boys making out in an abandoned hallway. Turning on his heel he had quickly left that hall.
Well, that's something I'd never thought I'd see.
He had half a mind to text Blaine, and was considering pulling out his phone when he heard a yell, and the voice sounded quite a bit like Blaine that he followed it. And sure enough, it was him, standing in what seemed to be a student classroom where one would take a cooking class. He was dressed in the Dalton Academy blazer, and Kurt had to say that it looked rather good on him. Blaine was standing next to the door, talking to a boy with brown hair, so Kurt walked up next to him, pulling out Blaine's wallet.
"Blaine?"
Blaine jumped, then turned, his eyes widening once he saw Kurt; the boy with brown hair left them.
"Hey, Kurt! Thanks for coming in; I'm sorry I didn't meet you at the gate. I should have done that, god, I'm stupid."
Kurt shook his head, gripping Blaine's wallet tightly in his hands. "No problem," he muttered, glancing around at the kitchen where many boys in blazers were rushing around. "Wh-what's going on here?"
Blaine let out a rather large sigh. "It's the Dean's birthday, so the Warblers are doing an impromptu performance for him. And the staff is cooking him a big lunch type thing. It's all spur of the moment. But because it started raining suddenly, the food already outside got ruined and the performance is being moved inside. And since this is normally when the Warblers study, we decided to help out with the cooking of the new food and- Jeff! Don't touch that tray!"
Blaine hurried forward and grabbed the hands of a tall blonde boy, telling him something that Kurt couldn't make out. "Hold on just one second, Kurt!" Blaine suddenly called out at him, holding a hand out in his direction. "Kevin, what are you doing?"
Kurt watched him rush around the kitchen area, his face wide and open, eyebrows high up on his forehead, and he couldn't help but grin and attempt to hold back a laugh that most desperately wanted to burst out. Blaine kept jumping from one group of boys to the next, the look on his face growing more panicked by the second. Eventually, though, he joined Kurt back at his side, looking worn out.
"I'm never volunteering to help out in the kitchen again," he said wearily. "These boys are horrible when it comes to following orders about cooking food. I mean, I'm not the best cook, but even I know not to eat certain foods when they haven't been fully cooked!"
Kurt giggled slightly, then held out the hand that was holding Blaine's wallet. "Well, I came to give you this, so here."
Blaine took it from his hand, then slipped it into his blazer pocket. "Thank you, Kurt."
A silence drew around them, only filled by the sounds of the other boys who were making a mess in the kitchen. "Uh, so..." Kurt said awkwardly, shifting his feet. He was about to say something when his phone vibrated; he fished it out of his coat pocket to see his alarm informing him to do his full body check and he cringed.
Every day, in the middle of the day, he performed an entire body check, where he stripped down and examined every part of his body. He did this three times a day – in the morning, in the afternoon, and in the evening before bed. Normally, since the middle check happened while he was at school, he'd go to the nurse's office and perform it in the single bathroom there, but he wasn't at his school... Resisting the urge to bite his lip, he tapped Blaine on the shoulder and then leaned close to whisper in Blaine's ear (and ignoring the way that Blaine seemed to tense up slightly), "Um... I kind of need to use a bathroom." He pulled away and showed Blaine his alarm; Blaine's eyebrows rose a little, but he nodded and grabbed Kurt's hand as he dragged them out of the room.
Blaine's holding my hand, he thought wildly, not even bothering to glance around at the school, to see the beauty of the paintings or the decorations that were hanging up on the wall. Blaine's holding my hand!
He wanted to feel it, to be able to admire the warmth that he knew Blaine's hand was emitting, because he knew that once he got over the excitement of another boy (and a very good looking one at that) touching his hand, the touch would feel... plain. Like a lot of things in his life – it would just be a hand hold, and it wouldn't be special.
So, I can't ever let this excitement leave, he told himself firmly. It can't ever leave.
Blaine held his hand the entire way to the bathrooms, but once they were there Kurt tensed up. "Uh, Blaine? I-is there a private bathroom around here somewhere so that I can use that instead?"
Blaine frowned. "Why? These ones are fine and clean if that's what you're worried about."
"Uh... Well, I need privacy for this one because it's sort of... um," he fidgeted, shifting from one foot to the other. "It's a full body one so..." he ended up rushing out, avoiding eye contact with Blaine as he did so, so Blaine's rather loud "oh!" was something he only heard. He kept his head down as Blaine took his hand again.
"Yeah, I have a private room, and it comes with a bathroom, so I can take you there."
"...thank you," he muttered, giving Blaine a relieved smile as he was pulled up a staircase to the third level of the school.
Blaine lived in room 143, and it looked like a cozy place to board at, with its space and rather large single bathroom.
"Here you go," Blaine said as he opened the bathroom door and gestured for Kurt to walk in. "I'll wait out here, if you need anyth- Kurt!"
Kurt, who had taken one step into the bathroom, stumbled at the sudden yell, which caused Blaine to reach for him and pull him back to prevent Kurt from falling. "Wh-what?"
"Uh," Blaine said as he released Kurt, his face growing red. "You're lips are-are bleeding," he finished rather lamely.
Frowning, Kurt put a finger to his mouth, and when he pulled it back the tip of his finger was bloody. "Oh," he said. He must have bitten his lip at some point when they were going to Blaine's room. "Thanks for letting me know," he said quickly as he walked backwards into the bathroom. "I'll be out in a bit."
"Y-yeah," Blaine said just as hastily, stepping a few steps back. "I'll be out here. Good luck?"
The look of what the hell on Blaine's face mirrored Kurt's, but only for a second. Kurt grinned. "Don't be so tense," he said, and then he shut the door. Once it was locked, he exhaled, knowing that if he could blush his face probably would have been as red as Blaine's.
Wow, that was incredibly awkward!
He shook his head, trying to keep his heart rate down, and then inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly. Okay, Kurt. Let's just get this check up done with. He stripped quickly, trying desperately to not think about the fact that Blaine was just outside the bathroom door, Kurt – don't think about it!
It took him a little longer to check his body, because he kept fumbling, thinking about Blaine waiting for him outside of the bathroom and because he kept checking around his shoulder to make sure that the door was shut. Eventually, though, he finished his check up, and exited the bathroom with a tissue pressed to his still bleeding lip. "I'm done," he called out, but the room was empty. "Oh," he said, glancing around to see where Blaine could have gone. So, he headed out of the room, wrapping his coat around him tightly. "Blaine?"
As it turned out, Blaine was just around the corner, talking with a rather tall boy. "No, I know. We're still doing the same song for Sectionals, so don't worry-"
"I'm not worried. I was just thinking about a duet between you and-"
"Blaine?"
He knew that it was rather rude to call out to someone who was having a conversation with another person, but Blaine looked like he really didn't want to be having the conversation he was having, so Kurt thought he'd spare him a little bit. Blaine, when he turned around, looked thankful; the other boy, however, gave Kurt a glare that Kurt ignored. "Oh, hi, Kurt. Are you done?"
Kurt nodded, tightening his grip on his coat sleeves. "Yeah, I am. I'm sorry if I interrupted anything."
The other boy opened his mouth. "You sort of did and-"
"No, it really wasn't anything important," Blaine said hurriedly. Then he turned back to the other boy. "It really wasn't, Sebastian."
No matter how bad he'd felt before from interrupting, it suddenly vanished as Kurt tried hard to keep the laugh from escaping his mouth. He sucked his lips in and his eyes widened. Sebastian? Oh my god.
"Sebastian? This is Kurt. Kurt, this is Sebastian, one of the Warblers," Blaine said, halfheartedly gesturing to Sebastian behind him. "Listen, if you want to do a duet with someone, you need to take it up with the council, you know that. I'm sorry if I sound blunt, but I've got a lot to do, so I'll see you later?"
Sebastian nodded, gave Kurt one more glare, then left them, sauntering down the hall as if he owned it. Sighing, Blaine turned back to Kurt. "I'm sorry about that. Sometimes I have to deal with things that I don't want to."
Shifting on his feet, Kurt avoided his eyes. "Do you really have a lot to do? I can leave-"
"No!"
Shocked, Kurt jerked his head back up to face Blaine.
Blaine ran a hand through his hair. "No, I just said that to make him leave. He's been trying to convince me to do a duet with him, because he's sure that it will guarantee the Warblers a win a sectionals. Even though sectionals isn't for another month."
Intrigued, Kurt moved to lean against the wall. "Oh? Do you know who you're up against?"
Blaine shrugged. "Some all girls group and a group called The Hipsters. What about you guys?"
One of the things that Kurt found himself loving about Blaine, was that when they talked about their glee groups, it wasn't to get information on the other. Blaine had told him that it didn't count as a win if one group had cheated by knowing the setlist of another group, so Kurt felt really comfortable talking about Glee with him, even after the horrible Jessie St. James fiasco his sophomore year.
"We're going up against two other groups that I have yet to learn the names of. Honestly, I think that we have a good chance at making it to Regionals again this year."
Blaine nudged him playfully. "Maybe we'll see each other at Regionals then?"
Kurt laughed. "Well, if that's the case, then I can't talk to you anymore. You might learn all of our secrets."
"Ooooh," Blaine said, backing up a bit with his hands held up in front of him. "Okay, then, okay." Grinning, he moved forward again and leaned against the wall next to Kurt. They were silent for a moment, and then Blaine sighed. "He's interested in me, Sebastian."
Kurt cocked his head to the side. "Are you interested in him?"
Blaine gave him a soft smile. "Not one bit."
Kurt grinned at him, ignoring the small relieved feeling he had, then inclined his head. "Thank you for letting me use your bathroom," he said softly. "If I'd had to use the student ones and someone walked in on me... God, I think I would probably flush even though I can't."
Blaine seemed to laugh along with him for a second, but then he cut off. "Wait, you can't even blush?"
Kurt shook his head. "Nope. Can't sweat, feel pain, cry, warmth or cold, and I can't blush or anything like that."
Blaine blinked. "Wow... I mean, I've read up on some stuff since I've met you but I haven't read much and... wow."
Again, Kurt grinned. Blaine was just too adorable.
With a heavy sigh, Kurt stood up from the wall. "I do have to go now, though. I need to get back to my dad."
Blaine's smile fell a bit and he looked rather sad, but maybe that was just Kurt trying to read too much into things that weren't there. "Okay, it's sad to see you leave so early, but I guess you do have other things to do. I was kind of hoping you'd like to watch the performance."
Kurt gave him a sad smile as they began to walk down the stairs and towards the Dalton entrance. "I know, I was kind of hoping too, but with the rain I want to make sure I have enough time to go pick up my dad, you know? Maybe next time? Hopefully next time?"
Blaine nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, yeah, of course. I'll let you know when the next one is, most definitely. We'll probably talk about a nursing home performance or a performance at the hospital during our meeting today."
They'd arrived at the door, but Kurt didn't want to leave. "You perform at the hospitals?"
"Yeah, we sometimes get permission to perform for the patients who are getting ready to leave, or for the cancer ward, or for the elderly – to cheer them up, you know?"
Kurt gave him a proud grin. "Well that's mighty nice of you Warblers," he said. He wanted to say more, but he really did need to leave. "I guess that I'll be going now. It was good to see you again, Blaine."
They shook hands, and Kurt left feeling happier than he had earlier in the day.
Blaine Anderson, he thought to himself fondly as he dashed through the rain to get to his car. What are you doing to me?
{*}
It had been raining for a total of three days, non-stop.
Glancing out of the car window, Kurt frowned. "This rain isn't letting up at all, is it?"
Beside him, Rachel let out a soft hum as she continued to dig through her bag for something. "It's been three days, right? It'll have to let up at some point."
"I hope so," Kurt agreed as he turned on the windshield wipers, then pulled his car out of Rachel's driveway. He'd agreed to pick Rachel up instead of Finn, since he'd had to go grocery shopping anyway, and the store was in the general direction of Rachel's house. The drive from Rachel's to Kurt was mostly silent, until Rachel spoke up a little bit more than half way through the drive.
"Tina thinks that we should have a slumber party next weekend."
Kurt inclined his head in Rachel's direction as he turned the car onto the back road, pushing up the clicker for the windshield wipers to go faster once the rain started to pour down more heavily. He'd been pleasantly surprised when his dad and Carole had told Finn that Rachel could come over for their Friday night dinner, seeing as he'd pleaded. Kurt assumed that he just wanted to have someone to talk to, and since Rachel was his girlfriend, she would talk to him about things he could semi-understand. "A slumber party?"
Rachel nodded, idly flickering through a magazine she'd found in her bag. "Yes, and then we can plan for Sectionals. We need to have our set list ready."
"Rachel," Kurt sighed, as he got ready to press on the gas, waiting for the light to turn green. "Knowing us, our set list won't be ready until a week before Sectionals."
Rachel frowned. "But maybe this year," she mumbled to herself as Kurt pressed on the gas. "Maybe this year we'll be ready beforehand?"
He snickered. "Oh Rachel," he said, noticing that the next light was green; he decided not to slow down – they'd make it through the light before it turned red.
"What?" She said, looking slightly offended. "I have high hopes that one day, New Directions will – KURT!"
After her scream, things seemed to move faster than normal, which was odd; most of the time, in dramatic situations, time seemed to move slower not faster. But nothing seemed to slow down – he was looking at Rachel, then at the window where a truck was speeding towards them at full speed and then -
His eyes blinked open, and he turned around in his seat to check his surroundings. The windows were broken, and the windshield wipers were still going, even though the car (from what he could tell) was flipped over on its side – the rain was falling on him and when he looked down he could see that his entire body was drenched in water. Reaching over with an arm, he unclasped his seat belt, then pushed himself up as far as he could go, looking around the car more. The driver side door was gone, completely torn off of its hinges; the front windshield was shattered, and the rain was being let in everywhere. As he sat up more, the car creaked around him, as if it would break if he moved in a wrong way.
There was a soft groan to his right and he jerked around to see Rachel, bleeding from her head and unconscious. "Rachel?"
She didn't move at all and he exhaled shakily as he fumbled around, looking for his phone; he needed to call 911. He needed to, if not for him, but for Rachel. He couldn't find his phone, though. "God, where is it," he muttered to himself, looking around desperately. He didn't like the way Rachel was bleeding; wounds from the head were never good. He knew from experience. But not matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find his phone. God, I need to find it, I need to help Rachel...
He kept thinking it, help Rachel, help Rachel, as he frantically searched for the phone. Eventually, he gave up on looking for his and changed direction, looking for Rachel's instead. He was unable to find hers, though, and yelling out in anger he unbuckled his seat belt, then tumbled out of the car.
He knew, in the back of his mind, that he shouldn't be moving, but he had to get help for Rachel, he had to. Stumbling forward, for some reason not able to move his legs normally, he managed to make it to the truck; he collapsed next to the driver's door and pounded on it. "Hey!" He yelled, slamming his palms against the side. "Hey, are you awake?"
There was a groan, and then a head appeared next to the shattered window. "W-what?"
"A cell phone," he called out, his voice desperate. "I need your phone!"
The man vanished from the window, and for a while there was only the sound of the pouring rain and the man groaning until a hand appeared at the window again, cell phone in its grip. Kurt reached for it, getting out a quick, "thank you", before quickly dialing 911.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"There's been a car accident. My-my friend and the driver who hit us are hurt; my friend is hurt really bad – she's bleeding from her head and- and I don't know what to do and-"
"Sir? What about you?"
Kurt ran a hand through his hair and looked over his body; there was blood, a lot, but he couldn't tell if some was from Rachel or if it was all him. His left leg looked wrong when he glanced down at it correctly. With a sigh, he pulled his right hand away from his head; it came back drenched in blood. But it couldn't be his - Rachel had been bleeding badly, so it couldn't be all his. It couldn't. It wasn't.
"...I'm fine."
"Sir? Are you sure that you're fine?"
Kurt nodded his head as he made a few feeble attempts at walking back to his car, wondering absentmindedly why it was suddenly so hard to think. "Y's. 'mfne-" he managed to slur out before he lost the ability to feel his feet. "Wha-" he asked noone.
"Sir? Sir? This guy is not okay, make sure there's another rig on the way," he could hear, but he was confused. Why were they sending rigs. What were rigs? "Sir, are you still there?"
"I cn't feel m' legs," he got out in time. And then his legs gave out.
He fell to the ground, the phone slipping out of his hand upon impact. Blinking quickly, he glanced down at his hand, ignoring the rather loud "sir!"s coming from the phone a few inches away. "Why's th' phone gone?" he asked the air before his eyes rolled up in his head and everything went black.
Author's notes: Hai.
I decided to go right into the angst. This story does have lots more angst too. Yay for angst, right? :D
Anyway, a huge shout-out to my beta, mrsharryjamespotter (or icedintheveins on livejournal), who often has to listen to my griping and wining about this story. And who also has to deal with the angst snippets I send her. I love you, dear!
I would very much like it if you would let me know what you thought, and if you have any questions about CIPA, feel free to ask!
Lots of love,
UO